AN: Alot of this is very sweet. Why? Because abusive relationships can be very sweet, 95% of the time. It's just the 5% of the time someone's getting hit that we usually think about. (Not that Blaine would ever hit Kurt in this, but I think we can agree that this relationship isn't exactly healthy, and I'm trying to make a point after staying up all night writing, so leave it be.)

But yes, it's the Christmas chapter! Yay? I think yay.

Blaine smiled softly, hitting the replay button on the Macy's Christmas commercial from 1957. A little girl with curly brown hair, probably no more then eight, was staring with wide eyes through the Macy's window at a beautiful porcelain doll longingly. She tried to catch her mother's attention, but she was occupied with a little boy, the girl's brother, who was exclaiming over a model train. They had to leave before the girl could point out the train to her mother, and the girl was upset because it was Christmas Eve, so she wouldn't have another chance to ask for the doll. But then, early the next morning, after all of the other presents were opened, the little girl found a final present at the back of the tree, and lo and behold, in it was the doll. Whimsical music played, and the girl held the doll reverently, like it was the most precious thing in the world.

It was a short story, and Blaine never did understand how it was actually related to selling Macy's merchandise, but he thought it was beautiful. He watched it every year, his own little tradition. He related with the girl, you know? Mother was never paid attention to what he wanted, and father was never there, but he knew, he just knew, that one day, he'd get his own little porcelain doll to hold and to love.

And he would. Christmas was only a few days away, with yesterday being Dalton's last day of official classes, and he'd make sure everything was perfect, just like a Christmas card. Probably a Christmas card you had to special order from somewhere like New York or Canada, where homosexuality was generally accepted, but a Christmas card. They were going to have a tree, and he was going to be all manly and sexy and work the fireplace, and they'd have a perfect Christmas.

Just like he'd always wanted.

Blaine nearly skipped down the hall to Kurt's room. He didn't, but the urge was definitely there. It was time to officially invite his boyfriend for their first-ever Christmas together, and he had it all planned out. They'd spend the next few days preparing, making gingerbread and actually decorating the tree, and having abundant doorjam makeouts under the influence of posionous sprigs of plant, and he'd even got a sled, just in case Kurt wanted to try out the hill off the side of the dorm building. He didn't think he would, but just in case.

He placed a charming smile on his face, and opened the door to Kurt's room.

His smile fell.

Kurt's clothes, the majority of them, were all folded neatly on the bed, right next to a large, very expensive looking Dolce and Gabbana suitcase. Suitcase.

He slowly closed the door behind him, which prompted Kurt to come out of his closet, holding a phone in one ear and a shirt in the other. He smiled brightly at Blaine, holding up one finger.

"Yeah, dad, I have to go now...Yes, Blaine's here...No, we're not surpervised, but Blaine's a gentleman, Da-...I'm sure the dorm advisor would have no problem if we kept the door open...well you go ahead and do that..." Kurt looked up and made a show of rolling his eyes at Blaine, a small smile on his face despite his annoyance. Blaine smiled back, moving to sit on Kurt's couch (how he managed to fit it through the door he'll never know) and opening his arms invitingly. Kurt grinned, nearly skipping over to sit in his lap, though he only perched on the edge of his knees and continued talking to his father.

"I am not getting you eggnog...because I don't condone anyone drinking such utter garbage!...No, we most certainly will not...Dad, I don't even think Papa John's is open on Christmas..."

Blaine bit his lip before he said something rude. This entire conversation was pissing him off. The fact that Burt would go out of his way to talk to his son and keep him preoccupied, when he should be spending quality time on a common room couch with his boyfriend was just rude. Blaine sighed, nipping at kissing softly at Kurt's neck, ignoring his semi-playful attempts to shove him away.

"Dad, seriously, Blaine's right here...Love you too. Bye dad."

Kurt had barely hung up the phone before Blaine had pried it from his hands and tossed it to the side, turning Kurt slightly so he could get to his lips.

"Mmm, it's rude to just talk on the phone when you have a guest, Kurt."

"Well I can't just hang up on my dad, Blaine," he scoffed playfully, kissing back in that soft way Blaine loved.

"You could, you just chose not to."

"I'd get in trouble," he pulled away fully to mock glare at him. He squeaked as Blaine smacked his ass (admittably harder then necessary), smirking to hide the anger he really felt.

"You're in trouble now," he mumbled, pulling Kurt closer and burrying his head against his shoulder.

"Aww, don't be mad," Kurt giggled, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and thankfully buying him as not being serious. "I'll make it up to you," he whispered deeply in Blaine's ear. Blaine groaned, unable to stop himself.

"Oh yeah? How?"

Kurt grinned, leaing down to kiss him again.

Blaine was mad at him.

He wasn't exactly sure why, but it had to be for a good reason, because Blaine was a rational guy.

Still, knowing he really had to have done something didn't help him figure out what it was. They'd only been making out for a few minutes, and he'd been kissing harder then usual, like Blaine really liked but he tended to shy away from. They'd sort of decided to make their way over to the bed, and Kurt had very carefully laid down so that he wasn't on top of any clothes, and he'd looked up at Blaine through his eyelashes, totally thinking he was being sexy because of how dark Blaine's eyes were, but then Blaine was back on top of him and it just felt different.

"Blaine? Is something wrong?"

"Why are you packing?"

Ok, that was deflection, but deflection was okay for a while.

"For the holidays. I can't just stay here all Christmas."

Blaine mumbled something, but he didn't understand.

"I mean, it's not like I'm leaving so soon. Not for two whole days." He pulled back, smiling up at Blaine and playing with the tiny bit of chest hair peeking out of his collar. "That way we get to have our own little celebration," he said as suggestively as he could. He may have had it in his head that things would get a little steamy. After all, they'd been together for a few weeks, and that was like three years on the New Directions' calendar. He'd been having a few fantasies of getting to see Blaine without a shirt, running his hands all over his torso while they made out in front of a fire. He'd even thought about maybe giving in and engaging in some frottage, over the clothes of course, but he wasn't too sure.

Blaine didn't seem to get it though.

"But why would you leave then?"

Kurt frowned. Didn't Blaine want to have some time together?

"I guess I don't have to wait, but I though maybe it would be nice to have some time together. I mean, we're both so busy-"

"Wait," Blaine cut him off, sitting up. "You're not understanding me."

Kurt felt his heart stop.

"No! No, I am, and it's okay if you have other plans, I mean of course it is. I have a naturally overbearing personality, but I borrowed this book from Rachel way back when, and-"

Blaine cut him off again, with a kiss this time.

"Sweetheart, you're not overbearing."

He sighed, smiling up at Blaine.

"You think?"

"I know. I love that you want to spend time with me. I wish I could spend every moment of every day with you."

Kurt's smile got softer, and he bent his neck to reach Blaine's lips.

"Ditto, Blaine Anderson."

He ended up being distracted by Blaine's lips.

Eventually they had to seperate to cool off and Kurt remembered that Blaine had been upset.

"Hey Blaine," he piped up softly. Blaine made a non-commital sound, stroking his hair steadily. Kurt was tempted to let it go and allow himself to drift off, but that wouldn't be very good boyfriending. "What was wrong earlier? I mean, we established that you didn't have a problem with me hanging around, so what's up?"

Blaine quickly averted his eyes. He'd spent the last few minutes preparing for this question, just in case Kurt asked. He'd actually figured out a way to maybe fix this so that the situation was salvagable.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked softly, shifting agaiinst him so that he could study his face. "Is everything okay?"

Blaine sighed.

"It's nothing you need to worry about."

"Hey," Kurt admonished, "You're my boyfriend, and I'm aware that I'm not the most imposing of men, but if someone's bothering you, I'm going to beat them up."

Blaine let himself chuckle at the thought. It's not that he didn't think Kurt was incapable or anything, but he hated the idea of having him have to defend him like that. It was his job to protect Kurt, not the other way around. It was best to not get into that now, though.

"Nobody's bothering me." He sighed, taking Kurt's hand and intertwining their fingers. "I just wish you didn't have to go, is all."

Kurt beamed at him, and pulled himself to his elbows to kiss him.

"Well, I'm going to miss you too, but we have to see our families at some point. Dad has friends in the FBI, and he'd so use them to drag me home if I didn't visit every now and then."

Blaine's lips quirked.

"Yeah, well, not all dads are like that, Kurt."

Kurt went completely still against him, and Blaine could nearly feel the carefree comfort leave his boyfriend.

"Blaine, I'm-"

"Hey, no. He's not abusive or anything. I mean, he loves me, he's just busy. He works in marketing, and December is a pretty big month for selling stuff, so he tends to be out of Ohio for the holidays."

"And your mother?" Kurt asked quietly. Blaine bit his lip, not even pretending tohide how he felt a bit bitter when she was mentioned. Yeah, his dad was a bit of a sore subject, but Blaine was proud of him, and they did care about each other, so he was pretty indifferent when it came time to talk about him. His mother though...just the thought of her pissed him off.

"I was never very high on her list of priorities."

Kurt was silent for a moment, and Blaine was a little worried he'd scared him off, but Kurt snuggled closer, wrapping his arm's around Blaine's waist.

"So, you've never had a real Christmas?"

He asked it like he was a little afraid of the answer, and Blaine seriously spent a few quick seconds debating on whether or not to actually tell him, since it seemed to be upsetting, and he figured it might put a damper on the knight in shining armor image he'd been deeply invested in giving Kurt, but his boyfriend was really into this whole 'talking about feelings' thing, and maybe he'd get some sympathy love.

"Never."

Kurt looked at him with wide eyes, and God, all the crap he went through and he still felt so bad for him. How is one person so experienced and still so innocent? He has a hard time wrapping his head around it, but it's one of the countless things he loves about Kurt. Just so precious.

"Baby," he said softly. "Don't worry about it; I'm used to it."

"You, you're supposed to stay here for Christmas?"

Blaine bit back a smile. He had hoped the conversation would take this turn.

"Well, I don't really have other options, so yeah. It's not that bad, better then when my mother was around and I had to spend it with her."

Yeah, he was laying it on a bit thick, but he wasn't fabricating anything, and Kurt was eating it up and looking like he wanted to hug him forever, and excuse him for liking a little genuine attention. He deserved it. Kurt was rubbing his arm comfortingly and pressing soft kisses against his cheek, and it wasn't sexual but he still loved it.

"Oh, honey," Kurt cooed softly. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

He pouts while trying to ignore that he is, and nods, pulling Kurt closer.

Evergreen trees, as it turns out, are very difficult to carry up two flights of stairs. Atleast, the scholarship students seemed to think so, if their complaints were anything to go by. Blaine ignored them. If you can't afford to go to Dalton on your parent's money, then you're going to have to do something to earn your keep. It's not like he usually bothered them, just when he needed some moving done and didn't really have the time or patience to call someone from an actual company. It didn't matter now. The tree was in place, and David had taught him how to work the fireplace. All he needed to do was strategically place the mistletoe and set out the ornaments across the table for easy tree-decorating.

He glared a bit at the pile of baggage in the corner of the room. He only had tonight alone with Kurt, and they had to leave early the next morning. Yes, he preffered this arrangement to going over a week without his boyfriend, but he'd have loved for them to have a nice morning after, possibly including a sweet round two to start off the day.

He'd be fine though. Those were extras, and it's not like anything could make taking Kurt's virginity less then wonderful. Besides, their first time was important, but they'd have such a long way to go until Kurt was perfectly in tune and comfortable with what he needed to do in their bedroom. They'd have plenty of other firsts he could make a big deal of later.

Their first Christmas, for example. So what if he was forced to stay with Kurt and actually share him with his father? He wasn't about to let all his planning go to waste.

They would have their perfect Christmas, screw the actual calendar.

"This is amazing."

Blaine grins from his place in the doorjam as Kurt takes in the room, his pretty blue eyes shining bright with the lights.

"I thought you'd like it," he says with a small smile.

Kurt turns to him, a rueful smile on his face.

"You did all this?"

"Anything for you," Blaine assures with a wink. Kurt's returning look is the definition of adoring, and Blaine can't help himself from opening his arms with a smirk. "Now come here. I've been standing under mistletoe and collecting intrest for five minutes."

It's some time later when Kurt and Blaine have managed to make their way down to the home ec room to decorate Christmas cookies. (Blaine may have paid a few freshman to bake them earlier, but he didn't want to feel presured to plan whatever they did around some stupid baking dough.)

A few minutes after their arrival, Kurt turned to him with a mischivious grin. Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, what's with that face?"

"Nothing," Kurt drew out slowly, swaying slightly. "I just had an idea."

"Are you going to share?"

"Hmm, I haven't decided yet."

Blaine frowned. Kurt shouldn't keep secrets from him, not unless they were special surprise secrets, which this totally wasn't.

"That was actually more of a rhetorical question," he murmurs, holding Kurt's waist from behind. Kurt blushes.

"It's ridiculous."

"I'm sure it isn't," Blaine encourages, though his voice has a firm undertone, nipping at Kurt's little elf ear.

"Okay, fine!" Kurt gives a dramatic sigh. "I saw this on Parental Control once, and I was just thinking. 'What if, I put frosting on you in three places and licked it off, and then you did the same to me?'."

Blaine manages not to choke at the thought.

"Anywhere?"

"Anywhere," Kurt agrees, grabbing the can of frosting. He dabs a bit on Blaine's nose, giggling, and paints a line on his jaw and wrist. His tongue laps at the frosting on his nose like a little kitten, and he can't seem to keep from laughing at the act, but he's more serious as he grabs Blaine's wrist, licking the skin clean in one long, sensual lick, his eyes never leaving Blaine's. Blue and hazel continue burning into one-another for a few moments, before the blue breaks away, and Kurt just blushes, not even looking at Blaine as he quickly swipes the final stripe of frosting from his jaw in a quick swipe. He tries to take a step back, but Blaine has a tight grip on his forarm, keeping him teathered.

"My turn."

Frosting is slowly applied in a long stroke from right under Kurt's ear to the base of his neck, a wide swipe across his plump bottom lip, and, after Blaine gently tugs Kurt's shirt up, causing the younger boy to gasp, a thin line right above his waistband.

"B-Blaine, I'm not sure if-"

"Shhh," Blaine cuts in. "You said anywhere, remember? You wouldn't have said that if you didn't mean it, would you?"

Kurt shakes his head no, his eyes wide.

"Just relax," Blaine coos, taking a knee and slowly sweeping his tongue across the frosting connecting the two sides of the V created by Kurt's hips. "You know you can trust me, right?"

"Of course," Kurt chokes out, shivering as Blaine takes his time to remove the frosting, his tongue traveling it's path so softly it takes several times for all the frosting to be picked up, as Blaine intended.

"Good, precious, we're already a third done. There's nothing to be scared of, you see?"

Kurt shivers, mumbling a sweet 'mm-hmm' in agreement. Blaine smiles as he licks the frosting off Kurt's neck in broad, firm strokes, pressing down a bit and enjoying the way Kurt squirmed as his numerous hickeys were pressed against. He gave the skin a few quick kisses when he was done, before moving up to finally get at Kurt's lips. He sucked Kurt's bottom lip into his own mouth, carefully removing the frosting and biting down softly. He released Kurt's lip with a soft pop, pressing a final firm kiss to his lips, before wrapping an arm around him to tug him closer, and using his free hand to gently press Kurt's head down to rest on his shoulder.

"There, you see how sweet you were? I loved that."

"You did?" Kurt asked shyly, his face burried in Blaine's shoulder.

"I did, so much. Didn't you?"

"I, it's nice. New, but really nice."

Blaine beams.

"Perfect, angel. That's perfect."

Kurt shivers in his arms, but Blaine can feel the small smile displayed on his soft pink lips, pressed against his neck.

They were making good progress.

Yet, he has to wonder...

Decorating the tree is fun. Kurt sort of dampens his spirit by talking about all the ornaments he has at home that he just has to show him, and it irks Blaine that Kurt could consider anywhere without him to be home. Still, he tells himself that it will just take time, that Kurt's sure to figure it all out, with a bit of guidance.

He smiles, allowing Kurt to engage him in a tinsel war.

He'll just need to step it up as a guide.

It's almost ten that night when Blaine sits Kurt down on the common room couch, clutching the gift he'd gotten him. Kurt had a shy smile on his face, his present to Blaine sitting in his lap.

"I, um, I got you something," Blaine mumbles stupidly, and that was not at all what he was planning to say, but Kurt looked so beautiful in the firelight and he was adorable in his little Christmas pajamas and everything about the entire day had been perfect and all he needed was for Kurt to love his gift and then shyly spread those glorious thighs and it would be the absolute best day of his existance.

"I got you something too," Kurt admits with a sweet smile, and he presents a small package wrapped in navy with a red ribbon accented with gold, and it's a color scheme only Kurt Hummel could make work but it really is pretty. Blaine smiles, taking his gift and handing Kurt his. "You open your's first," Kurt demands, and Blaine gives in without a fight. It's best that his is last anyway.

He smiles at Kurt, and carefully begins to open the package. He can't really bring himself to guess, but he kind of hopes Kurt got him something he'd like, and not something just picked to impress him. (He doesn't even bother to count the pairs of cufflinks nearly every senior hoping to intern with his father gives him.) He finally undoes the ribbon, and lifts the top of the box off.

Well, atleast it's not cufflinks.

He slowly pulls out a little suit jacket, along with a sailor shirt and hat and two button up and vest combos. There's a small, clear raincoat, and several scarves and various hats. He raises an eyebrow.

"So...These are nice."

Kurt chuckles from across the room, and Blaine's been so enthralled with his mini designer collection that he hadn't noticed Kurt move away.

That was wrong. He should have made sure Kurt was close enough that he would notice if he moved. He let it go, though, because Kurt was back within seconds, hiding something behind his back.

"That, darling, is really just the icing on the cake. You remember when we were talking about your ghosts of Christmas past?"

Blaine nods.

"Well," Kurt begins, a nervous yet excited expression playing across his features. "I was a bit inspired by your sixth Christmas."

Blaine remembers that one well. He'd spent all December begging his mother for a friend. Not a human friend, as they always seemed to cause people trouble, but a pet. He'd drawn all kinds of pictures for reference, ones of dogs or cats or goldfish or even that one racoon, just to prove that he was open to anything.

His mother gave him clothes for Christmas. Clothes he didn't even like, except for this one pair of sneakers with lightning bolts, but they weren't in the right size anyway. (Really though, she could have at least gotten him a damn fish.)

Father's gifts had arrived a few days later, and those had been nice, thoughtful even. He just couldn't make friends with a football or walkie-talkie.

But yes, he remembered.

He gestured for Kurt to continue.

"I figured that, since you're making all of my six year old dreams come true, regaurdless of whether or not you're intending too, I'd make one of your'e true. So, I did a little bit of reading regaurding Dalton's dorm policies, and, well..."

Kurt pulled out his gift from behind him.

Blaine's eyebrows rose on their own damn accord. Was that a-

"I didn't name him yet, I figured you'd want to."

"You got me a guinea pig."

It wasn't really a question, since the answer was obvious. A little wiry-haired creature, colored with black and brown patches, sat in Kurt's hand's, just staring at him. The little animal blinked.

"Awww."

Kurt grinned, walking over and sitting beside his boyfriend.

"So, you like him?"

"I adore him. You two come here." Blaine lifted Kurt enough to place him on his lap, and wrapped his arms around his waist. He looked up at his boyfriend, sighing happily. "How are you so incredible?"

Kurt giggled, rubbing their noses together.

"I have alot to play off of."

Blaine hummed, reaching one hand around to pet at Hamilton. (He's going to pretend it takes him time to come up with the name, but the little guy just looks like a Hamilton.) It's perfect like this. It's like he and Kurt are an actual little family, and since Kurt will probably manifest somehow and turn Hamilton into their adopted baby, it's almost real.

He doesn't know how long they stay like that, but eventually Hamilton's asleep and Kurt's eyes are drooping, and Blaine hasn't even managed to give Kurt his gift yet.

"Baby," he whispers, pressing kisses against Kurt's cheek. "There's still your present to open." He gently picks the slumbering rodent out of Kurt's hands and places him in one of the empty ornament boxes left out on the coffe table.

Kurt smiles adorably, taking his time as he pulls apart the packag Blaine's handed him. He gasps when he finally gets the top off, and can see the little ring nestled in satin.

"It's a promise ring," Blaine whispers against the shell of his ear. "I'm going to marry you one day, and I want you and everyone else to know it."

"Oh, Blaine, this is so sweet," Kurt says softly, once he's able to speak. Blaine grins, nuzzling Kurt's jaw. He knew Kurt would positively swoon when he saw it. "I love how easily you read me," Kurt sighes.

"I'm good at telling what you're feeling, baby, that's why you have to trust me," Blaine urges, not wanting Kurt's statement to go to waste. He pulls Kurt's wrist up in front of their faces, and gently lifts the ring from the box. He places the ring on Kurt's finger with revelance, wanting to savor every second. "A perfect fit."

Kurt hums happily, turning his head to kiss Blaine softly.

"I really want to give you the hours-long make out you deserve for this, but it's really late we have to get up so early. Can we raincheck and cuddle to sleep instead?"

Blaine sighes internally, but smiles down at his already half-asleep boyfriend.

"Of course we can, precious."

Blaine has to practically drag Kurt back to his room, and it doesn't help that he's got Hamilton tucked under an arm, but he gets them there. Luckily Kurt's already set up Hamilton's immaculate cage in one corner of the room, so he doesn't have to worry about escapees. He manhandles Kurt into being the little spoon, but as soon as he's there Kurt's snuggling back into him, already somewhat out of it. Blaine just lays there, stroking his hair with one hand and covering Kurt's left hand with the other.

"Say you're mine," Blaine demands with dark eyes, just as Kurt is drifting off.

"I'm yours," Kurt says softly, trying to push himself even closer to Blaine.

Blaine just smiles, his thumb rubbing across the ring on Kurt's finger, over and over. Mine.

It was enough, he'd decided. He didn't have Kurt's virginity yet, but it was basically guaranteed that he'd get it, with Kurt's acceptance of his pre preposal.

He'd figured after the frosting incident it might be too soon. Not to soon to convince Kurt, no, he'd have been able to do that, but too soon to end the game.

Kurt's virginity was something he could only take once, and he'd been willing to have it all in one go. How ignorant.

The frosting game was only one of the many possibilities he could explore with an innocent, angelic boy, with his innocent, angelic boy. If he had taken Kurt now, fully taken him, then Kurt would rationalize everything else as less then what they'd already done, and Blaine did not want him thinking like that. Everything should be new, and exciting, and test Kurt's limits more then before.

No, he should never have even thought about this so prematurely. His mind had been clouded with lust, and he'd forgotten the most important thing; making Kurt his.

They'd made so much progress tonight, so much. If he could just remain patient, then Kurt could really be his, and never, ever leave him.

He ran his thumb firmly over the ring again, reassuring himself that it was there, and it was, proudly showing how loved and taken Kurt was. Perfect.

AN: This chapter was a bitch. Just so you all know.

And, as you can see, virginity was not taken. I say soon, because I'm summarizing alot of the next few months because I'm trying to move them back to McKinley so I can have my McKinley plots.

Ok, question...If you could have any superpower in the universe, what would it be? I want the ability to control reality with my mind. You know, just rearange molecules all willy-nilly, and turn trees into dinosaurs. Also, then I can dissapear and fly [and be much more unique then the other guys!] (Bonus points if you get that reference.) and lift heavy stuff all with my mind. I mean, controlling reality with your mind is like having all the powers at your dispense for whenever.

And I'm greedy.

Anyway, thoughts? Questions? Review!